So say it.

He is really the prince of Zhenbei?

Cheng Jijiu was stunned: "He is a martial artist, but he can write a script?"

He didn't look down on Ren Pingsheng.

I just feel that as a martial artist and the prince of Zhenbei, there is no need to write a script.

Xu Ruxian said: "It is difficult to write a leisurely storybook, so why not write a leisurely storybook?"

Hearing that he was having difficulty walking, Cheng Jijiu remembered that Ren Pingsheng had made a masterpiece that could be passed down through the ages, and fell into silence for a moment.

At this time.

A loud noise came downstairs.

"The prince should drink a big cup!"

Then came Ren Pingsheng's generous voice.

"good!"

Xu Ruxian and Cheng Jijiu looked at each other, and a trance appeared in their eyes.

"It turns out that the shopkeeper of Zuihua Pavilion said that he was the prince of Zhenbei and the others..."

At this moment.

Cheng Jijiu suddenly felt an impulse and went downstairs to ask Ren Pingsheng if those words were his works.

It's nothing, it's just curiosity.

After hesitating for a moment, he still restrained his impulse and looked at Xu Ruxian: "Don't talk about these things, drink."

..............

On the other side.

In the lobby.

Wuxun's children lined up to find Ren Pingsheng to have a drink.

Ren Pingsheng was not sensible, he refused everyone and fought against all the heroes alone.

The atmosphere reached its peak while the cups and cups were being pushed.

Not far away.

King Jin sat in place with a gloomy face.

He thought that these martial arts children would come to him to toast and he could take this opportunity to win people's hearts.

But unexpectedly, they all ignored themselves and rushed to Ren Pingsheng.

It's really hateful!

Aside.

Seeing that Ren Pingsheng was very lively, the Seventh Prince couldn't help but recall the scenes in the hunting ground, and an impulse arose in his heart to toast him.

As soon as he stood up, he heard the King of Jin beside him say lightly: "What are you going to do?"

The seventh prince said: "Go to find Ren Pingsheng to drink."

The King of Jin said coldly: "Since ancient times, only the wine of the ministers to respect the princes. When did the wine of the princes to respect the ministers?"

“…”

When the seventh prince heard this, hesitated for a moment, sat back and looked at the other side of the rushing sky with a gaze. He wanted to participate, but he was worried about the third prince and could only sit quietly.

Time passes.

I don't know how long it took.

After three rounds of wine.

Everyone is already slightly drunk.

Suddenly someone said, "That day in the palace, the prince wrote a poem for His Highness Yunhe. His literary talent is so vivid that he still remembers it vividly.

Now that we are about to go south to fight, can the prince also write a poem for us and say goodbye to us?"
Chapter completed!